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Show THE CORONATION. So Edward VII. has been successfully crowned. Mother Shipton was mistaken. Her intentions were good, but she could not anticipate how antiseptics anti-septics were going to help modern surgery. Crowned amid such a blaze of gems as the modern world never saw before; crowned in the old sacred abbey, while the ringing bells, the blare of trumpets, the chanting of men singers and women singers to organ accompaniment, drowned the whispers among the illustrious sleepers in that old mausoleum. But those sleepers were, after all, the most impressive im-pressive feature the Kings and Queens, the warriors, war-riors, the statesmen, the law-makers that founded and built up Great Britain's power and splendor, the poets that set her glories to the music of words the deathless ones of a thousand years. Edward VII. seems rather small by comparison with some of those sleepers, but in their life no woman sleeper there was sweeter than is Alexandra, Alexan-dra, the present Queen. It is a good place for a coronation, for no spot could be a more forcible leminder of two essential things, one the brief span of the longest life, the other that under the attrition of years, in a little while the memories of the dead are only cherished by the record that their lives left upon the world. So far Edward VII. has not much impressed men. If his pur- ; ijH poses are high and his dream is to leave his coun- '' ' !j try greater than when he became King, he has 'H not much time in which to work. j , M If the sleepers there were whispering on coro- ., 'H nation day, that was what they were discussing. j i j-H The accident of birth establishes often who shall , $ M be crowned King, but the honors that last come & ( tJ from the heavt and mind, and Edward VII. has ' H not much time in which to establish that any ex- " H alted memories are to be his due. . , H |